four seasons

The crisp air met us at the door. There is something very exciting about the first frost of the season. He breathes heavy to make airy puffs of smoke that circle his smiling face.  It’s a magical morning indeed as we walk hand in hand to meet the school bus.

I revel in the gift from Mother Nature this morning. As seasons turn over, so do moods and attitudes. Time spent together becomes cozy. We linger in the kitchen pouring over recipes that comfort one another.  This time of year our focus comes inward. We gather more and share stories. These are the gifts from the season I love best.

In the wee hours of morning I knelt in the frosty grass with wet jeans: red nosed, feeling like a kid again and very much alive. Thank you Mother Nature. Thank you New England.


this bit of gratitude was cross-posted over on Paper Coterie this month